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Georgia

What did I find wandering around Krakow, aside from a vast plethora of slightly-overpriced and way-overpriced restaurants selling Polish cuisine? A few, more remote Polish lunch kitchens (one of which I ate at – polish kielbasa and fries, with beer – while I sheltered from a ferocious downpour); lots of combo doner kebab/pizza slice places (frequented by locals and tourists alike); a fair number of gourmet pizza places (get a whole pizza for $6) mostly for tourists; and these french bread pizza places that were always surrounded by crowds of locals, and locals only. And bars, of course, as well as expensive foreign restaurants that catered to foreign tastes. You know, french cuisine, italian, georgian. Wait – Georgian cuisine? From that fractious republic on the Black Sea? Yes! You can guess where I ate that night:

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"When someone works for less pay then she can live on – when, for example, she goes hungry so that you can eat more cheaply and conveniently – then she has made a great sacrifice for you, she has made you a gift of some part of her abilities, her health, and her life. The 'working poor,' as they are approvingly termed, are in fact the major philantropists of our society."